Simon Fysher: Clearly she spent all night at the pub.
Nathan den Rowan: Evidently, she had some sort of stomach thing.
Cullen Dahrvi: Well, it's no wonder! She never gets any sleep! I could push her immune system over just by giving her a look!
Nathan den Rowan: No, she said it was something she ate.
Cullen Dahrvi: Well, that's no wonder, either. She doesn't sleep properly, she doesn't eat properly. It's a wonder she ever gets any work done.
The Mage Sister: HEY! I can hear you! No talking about me!
Nathan den Rowan: Listen lady! This is OUR blog. You mind YOUR blog and we'll mind OURS.
Cullen Dahrvi: And we'll talk about whatever we want to. So there!
Arinda den Rowan-Rife: Boys! Be polite, if nothing else.
Nathan den Rowan: Bleh, bleh, bleh. There she goes again, talking like a school teacher.
Arinda den Rowan-Rife: I AM a school teacher.
Nathan den Rowan: No you're not. You're a royal.
Arinda den Rowan-Rife: NO IUYHFP*(E&^V T&* %HSP &*PUP*VJOP *D*(VA)V !!!!!V VIOU)*^)V&P!!!!!
Jahx Rife: You're just pushing buttons to be pushing buttons tonight, aren't you Nathan?
Nathan den Rowan: Yep! It's what I do.
Catherine den Rowan: You can wipe that grin off your face and stop pestering everybody now. I want you to go and dig all your crowns up from where you buried them out in the garden.
Nathan den Rowan: I don't know what you're talking about! Besides, the ground is frozen. I won't be... I mean, I wouldn't be able to do any such thing until Spring... if they were out there... which they're not.
Catherine den Rowan: You managed to bury them; you'll manage to dig them up.
Nathan den Rowan: It's cold and dark out there!
Catherine den Rowan: Aw! Poor baby. Now GET!
Nathan den Rowan: I don't want to!
Catherine den Rowan: Go!
Nathan den Rowan: I hate you, you know.
Catherine den Rowan: I hate you very much, too, darling. Here's your shovel.